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Now before making records the hood was my savior!

Now before making records!

Peace out real deejays out there!

Now be, now be, now be, now be...
Now before making records the hood was my saviour.
But now I'm making tracks that make you jam with your neighbour.

Too black, too strong!

Cause from the hood I came and to the hood I must return!

Cause from the hood I came!

From... the... hood!

When I'm weak, you're tellin' me that I'm strong.
When I'm right, you're tellin' me that I'm wrong
But I know, now I understand, now I see,
I see your wicked plan. I'm a Junglist!

Don't try to change my plan.

Understand...

Why won't you understand?

Hmm... I'm a junglist!

Cause from the hood I came!

I'm a junglistic man.

Why won't you understand?
Hmm...

Cuz from the hood I came and to the hood I must return!

I'm a junglist!

Don't try to change my plan.

Now be, now be, now be, now be...

I'm a junglist!

Understand?

Cuz from the hood I came

Don't try to change my plan.
Hmm...

Now before making records the hood was my saviour.
But now what we'll make a soothe and make a jam with your neighbor.

From... the... hood!

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